Page 33 of Life

Ceej furrows her brow, the area above her nose crinkling. “T and A. What’s that—”

“Oh never mind!” I turn my back to the sweet girl and grab Batman’s bicep, glaring and presenting my teeth the same way a dog would snarl before a scuffle. “Come on. I need to get set up, and we need to finish this littlechatwe’re having so you can get on with your day.

“Thanks, Ceej, catch you later. Great seeing you.”

“It’s good seeing you too, Maria! Bye.”

“Adios,” I holler over my shoulder while dragging the big guy down the other hallway to the private room I’ll be using. Once we get inside, I slam the door.

“T and A? Seriously? Are you trying to piss me off?”

Eli leans a hand against the wall, loops an arm around my waist, and plants one big paw on my ass, bringing me flush against his hard body. He grips a handful and squeezes while grinding me against his muscular form. I moan automatically. My body is starved for male attention in the worst way. Leather and spice fill the air, and I can’t help sucking in a full breath of it, dipping my head closer to the silky patch of tanned skin visible through the opening at his collar.

Just one taste is all I need…

“You got a lot of nice ass, and based on the reaction of every man that comes into contact with you, you’ve got a great pair of tits.”

He nudges my neck with his nose, the heat of his breath sending shivers of lust down my spine. He hasn’t so much as made a move on me since he got close at breakfast on one of the first days I was with him. Now he knows it’s been seven weeks since I’ve had a man intimately, and he’s making his play.

Shit. Fuck.Shit.

He slides his hand from my ass, up my hip, and cups my breast. “Make that a world-class fucking rack. Sweet Jesus, you’re spilling out the top of your shirt. Fuck.”

“Eli…” I make one last ditch effort at stopping this train wreck, knowing things are moving to a place so fast we won’t be able to turn back.

“You’re fucking killing me, Spicy.” His voice is strained and filled with desire.

I suck in a harsh breath, wrap my arms around his neck, and nudge my pelvis against one deliciously impressive erection. “Dios mio.” I’m imagining that thick column sliding deep inside me.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Eli’s voice rumbles like an incoming storm against my neck, sucking on the tendon there before biting down.

A burst of arousal rips through me, settling right between my thighs. Without further thought, I lift a leg to get closer, and in a second, he crushes us back against the nearest wall.

An objection is on the tip of my tongue when he presses his denim-clad erection perfectly against my clit, and slants his mouth over mine.

Madre de Dios.

The man can kiss. Sensation after sensation blasts through me. His exquisitely placed cock rubs me into submission while his tongue delves into my mouth, the two separate parts of him so beautifully in sync. I run my fingers through the layers of his hair and cry out at the desire shredding my psyche. Everything around me disappears, and all I can do is feel.

His searching tongue, tasting of peppermint, tangles with mine.

Eli moves his hands all over me. One curls around my breast, a thumb moving over my nipple in dizzying circles I never want to stop.

My heart pounds like a bass drum in my chest as I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him, as though I might never have another chance.

Eli sucks on my bottom lip and pulls back. I groan at the loss before he’s back, nipping, sucking, pecking at my lips, leaving no area untouched. He can’t seem to get enough.

I hold his head and turn it sideways, wanting, needing to swallow him whole. “My turn,” I whisper before nibbling on his lips, plucking at the top one, teasing his tongue with mine until he lifts my other leg up so both legs are wrapped around his waist.

“Christ, I knew it would be good with you, babe, but I never knew it would be this fucking explosive.”

I mewl into his mouth, and he grinds his hips against my pussy. His jeans provide extraordinary resistance, catapulting me from turned on to seconds away from my release.

It’s been so long…

The room is intensely hot as we kiss and dry hump against the wall. I scratch my nails down the back of his shirt and tug the fabric up until I get to the smooth, warm skin below. He moans and thrusts harder.

“Need inside you, Spicy. Right. Fucking. Now.”

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